Perhaps the warning message they had transmitted from the yacht had worked, as the people on the rescue ship, though also in a similarly dazed state of mind, had fortunately slowed the ship down and were gradually drifting towards the shore.
Li Ang, who was practicing freehand rock climbing on the cliff, saw that the rescue boat had finally arrived and sped up his ascent, moving swiftly up the cliff face like a gecko, reaching the top.
After Li Ang lit the pre-prepared flame for signaling, the rest of the group resting in the cabins quickly came over.
"My God, we can finally go back."
"I don't want to spend another second on this damned island."
In fact, the time they had spent on the island wasn't even as long as the original duration of the trip they had planned, but too many things had happened since the beginning of the journey, and no one was in the mood for leisurely enjoyment.
